This is a song about "Last chans"

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I refuse to ever come in last

To reds i ain't know how to act

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

The vision is quite clear

Fast lane on that last gear,

I try to make time last

And bijies like im out and

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

The memories were to shitty to even last,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Enjoy this breath cause its you last

It's sure to be the last

Miami nights, made a couple grand